@Dreamland
The consolations that we console ourselves in case they come and get better **As life comes and goes,** **with floods, storms, whistles, cantors** **With resentments!** **It's going!** **In the shadow of the absence of you, where it is evening today** **On this day poets wrote poems in silence,** **By multiplying the screams inside!** **Crying the loneliness inside!** **Darkness is slowly descending on the city** **Everything is silent in front of the numbered houses of the streets, the fearful delicacies that have been silenced are multiplying before my eyes!** **Wherever I touch my hand, the night, the falling evening mixes with the cold air, with the cold hearts.**
**Heat; Both climatic and human-like temperatures do not visit the North of the Earth these days!** **The sky is far, but frosty and cold! One by one, the stars began to scatter even to touch the bitter souls.** **Everyone is getting ready to get bullets from the left side, to get colder and more cold!** **To spend the hours of solitude alone!** **Who doesn't even have a friend, who doesn't call them!** **The one who was injured a lot on his left side, injured, missed from life, poor poor walking into the night with crutches.** **In the streets full of the wounded, who confidently rule the loneliness, slamming the walls and trying to find their way by walking!** **The pain of reunion in the eyes, the deep pain of love inside, the longing for a drop of water wetness on the dried throat.** **In the evening, at work, the alley that passes into the night where resentment feeds, a step or a foot left to nightmares and nightmares!** **It makes us roam, suffocating with sadness!** **An oily rope that has reached the limit of a noose, suffocating with mourning.** **Evening, master of the night, patient of the stars and moonlight,** **The night of the evening that rips our flesh from our souls, suffocates a lot, but does not kill,** **It consumes our last joy.** **While everyone is withdrawing to their own home, for the sake of getting lost in the corridors of darkness,**
**To embrace the night,** **Under the weight of nihavent and best songs.** **Between the deep blows the left side has received and suffered.** **From the hazan, from the dark winter, from poverty, from hunger and from sickness, verses are poured out in the name of springs that never come to us!** **Good intentions are shot, in a daily life of butterflies!** **Among the consolations we console ourselves in case it comes, it will get better.** **At dawn to blow blood red leaves** **We fall as we run, on cliffs that pass from evening to night** **Rolling in the palms of our nothingness** **Suffering is made at the tables of poverty, plunder and despair** **To peoples I can't even name** **In the spaces we hide on our left sides** **We fill our anger into the evenings...** **To hit the night, in lamplights** **Writing articles on morocco tables** **Between the ruined walls,** **In the midst of torture, when we lost everything** **Even the smiles on our faces are sad** **Appears in the purity of dimples** **When we give life to life and count life water** **We call plurals, remaining memories** **In the name of the night, because we are afraid of the evening** **Roses play the draw of misfortune** **in fatal times** **With our ceaseless attitudes and behaviors** **We pluck daisies, we know the consequences** **With the pain of love's spurs** **Night to night, good night** **To our most cherished assets…** **Lifetimes dedicated to lifetimes!** **Where is it?**
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